Back to the end of the world: Metaphysics bosses hoard supplies for infrastructure construction

Chapter 9 Antiquities
What did Yun Fangchang just experience?
It felt like it had been restored to factory settings, gloomy and gloomy.

Ruan Qingqing thought that after these few days of getting along, they could be considered friends who shared adversities together, and they could discuss some things with each other.

Unexpectedly, Yun Fangchang didn't say anything, and she didn't ask any further questions.

As for the extra rice, she planned to save it for making fried rice tomorrow, but he didn't eat it.

Ruan Qingqing put it on the table and sat down, looking at the fragrant Coke chicken wings and green pepper fried meat on the table, smiling brightly.

"Woooooooo..."

The chopsticks in Ruan Qingqing's hand froze, and she suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the room had become strange.

Who is crying?

Ruan Qingqing was alert, but when she focused her attention, the crying disappeared.

Immediately, there was a loud noise in the room on the second floor.

Mutant invasion? !

Ruan Qingqing stood up in shock and found that the sound was coming from Yun Fangchang's room.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Yun Fangchang! Are you okay?" Ruan Qingqing patted the door anxiously.

"Woooooooo..."

There was that weird cry again.

However, Yun Fangchang opened the door and looked at her with a frown.

A gloomy air came out from the crack in the door.

"What were you doing in there just now? Why did you demolish the house when you made such a big fuss?" Ruan Qingqing put her hands on her hips and became even more annoyed with Yun Fangchang's attitude.

There are still mutants wandering outside. Although there are not as many as before, attracting one or two is still very troublesome.

There's no way he doesn't understand that making noise will attract mutants.

Yun Fang narrowed his eyes and said, "I was packing my things just now. I'm not stupid enough to touch your house."

At this time, his eyes were dark and blue, as if his essence had been sucked by a monster, and his whole body was full of exhaustion.

He kneaded his eyebrows and took the initiative to open the door to Ruan Qingqing, the tenant, to check.

Yun Fangchang also stayed here for ten days. Ruan Qingqing looked at the room as tidy as if he had just tidied it up, except that there was an extra cross-country bag on the bedside table and an extra book and notes on the desk.

The package he was holding just now was also placed in front of the desk.

It was so neat and tidy, and was arranged in Daji's room by her Feng Shui, which revealed a gloomy atmosphere.

It was exactly the same as the feeling she had at Yun Fangchang's home just before she arrived.

He couldn't have brought anything unclean in, right?

Ruan Qingqing was suspicious, and she turned back to look at Yun Fangchang.

"Don't worry now." He put one hand on his abdomen and looked a little ugly. "I will leave tomorrow and I won't bother you for too long."

As he spoke, his voice became weaker and weaker. As soon as he took a step, his center of gravity became unstable and he fell forward.

Ruan Qingqing was startled, as if she saw a tall building collapsing in front of her.

She subconsciously ducked sideways, causing Yun Fangchang to fall straight to the cold floor, touching the tiles eagerly.

The clang of falling made Ruan Qingqing worried about whether her marble floor was broken.

"Hey, are you really okay? If something happens, who can I ask to pay for the floor I just renovated?"

Ruan Qingqing squatted down and shook Yun Fangchang's shoulders vigorously.

He was facing the ground, and his nose was red from the impact, which rarely added some color to his otherwise normal complexion.

Yun Fangchang frowned and looked at Ruan Qingqing, and was caught off guard and gave Ruan Qingqing a roll of his eyes: "Get out."

Immediately, he completely fainted.

No matter how much Ruan Qingqing screamed, she never woke up again.

"Wuwuwu...I didn't mean to do it, wuwuwu."

After Yun Fangchang fainted, the crying started again.

"Whoever is playing tricks, come out!" Ruan Qingqing stood up vigilantly, holding several silver needles in his hands.

This was the third time she heard this cry. Ruan Qingqing was sure that this little demon had at least a thousand years of cultivation, and she didn't know why he appeared here with such a heavy resentment.

Ruan Qingqing took back the silver needle and immediately pulled out a yellow talisman.

"I am the Celestial Eye, chasing after the sky."

She made the secret in her hand and her eyes opened.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw countless black shadows flying crazily around a place.Every ghost muttered something.

The voice was vague and sad.

"Family...go home...go home..."

Ruan Qingqing stared blankly at the package Yun Fangchang placed on the table.

She had felt strange before.

What utensils need to be wrapped in satin?

Now that she really heard it cry, Ruan Qingqing made a bold guess.

What is hidden inside is not an evil spirit that has been refined for thousands of years.

Otherwise, how could there be such great resentment.

However, when she opened the cloth, she saw a flower pot inside.

The body of the basin is wide, as bright as jade, and the patterns in it are lifelike.

It is a rare treasure!
Ruan Qingqing's eyes widened, and she felt that the flower-mouth plate looked familiar, but she couldn't tell where she had seen it before.

But the crying really did come from here.

There must be a weapon spirit in this thing, but it just doesn't want to show up.

There are swarms of mutants outside.

When Yun Fangchang goes out, does he plan to use this flower pot to defend himself against the enemy?

Obviously unlikely.

Something so delicate and fragile should not be left on the battlefield.

Ruan Qingqing's eyes wandered, and she suddenly raised the flower-mouth plate: "What if this thing is very hard?"

"No, stop! I'm very easy to break!" Ruan Qingqing just raised the flower pot when she heard a crying sound inside.

After a while, a weapon spirit wearing a skirt fell down on the table. The little guy with a big thumb landed on his butt. He squeaked in pain and held back his tears.

"I am a Ming Dynasty underglaze red porcelain, which is hard to find for anyone in the world!"

Qi Ling stood up and straightened his white skirt.

The red pattern on her skirt is exactly the flowery porcelain pattern in the center of the flower pot.

His little face was chubby, his cheeks were red, and his big black eyes were staring at Ruan Qingqing stubbornly.

"I'm a precious cultural relic, don't throw me, I didn't mean to harm anyone." Xiaoqi Ling said excitedly.

She is only as big as an adult's thumb and looks like a small red bean. Her feet are off the ground and floating in the air.

Her soft-looking little hands were holding the corner of Ruan Qingqing's clothes, her tone was pious.

"Then why are you pretending to be a ghost here?" Ruan Qingqing saw that the aura around her was as shiny as a jade bottle, and she didn't look like she was haunted by evil spirits.

The black shadows all around her were swirling around her.

"Is she a good person?"

"But she's going to throw Hongci. Can Hongci go back if she throws it?"

"I still want to see my relatives! No!"

Seeing the appearance of the weapon spirit, the surrounding black shadows gave up their whining and became chattering.

"They are not bad people and have no ill intentions. They just want to go home with me." Qi Ling said.

"I have been staying in the museum outside for a long time." Qi Ling said anxiously, "I don't know why there was a sudden chaos outside, and everyone's sustenance was gone. Then I collected them all, thinking that I could keep them alive longer. Some."

"Just a little longer and they can wait until they get home."

Xiao Qi Ling tightened his clothes.

That's what she thought at first, and that's what she always thought.

And everyone is obviously fine in the same body.

But after witnessing the chaos in the museum, everything changed.

More cultural relics were smashed by people who were uglier than the other four, and all the artifacts were in a mess.

She obviously worked hard to bring everyone together, and she was also successfully taken to the museum.

However, the owners who handled it were either dead or injured.

Everyone's body was gradually stained with black.

(End of this chapter)